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Shofi Ahmed Jun 4
Numerically perfect,
a flower is polished science indeed,
with petals that whisper the secrets
of the golden ratio's creed.

But a rose curving out
on the lethal thorns is indeed
no math, no logic!
Davina E Solomon Aug 2021
An evening set in metered rhyme,
of pinecones, gainfully bracted
in the manner of spiralling time.

No perfect measure yields a woody cone
although conifer strobilus gilded ratio makes.
The standard mesh of numbers alone

symbolise a hope that a glorious God
assembled in a perfect factory line,
this defiant change to perfectly flawed.
https://davinasolomon.org/2021/07/18/no-perfect-measure/
Colm May 2019
You know
There will always be
More smiles
More good people
Almost Always
Leigh Oct 2018
.
For
Once
Stand down
And guide me
Through this pantomime
Of old improvised distasters
Amalgamating in real time to create a start,
Or start to create another
End to cycle through
Next time 'round
With more
To
Lose
.
Fibonacci.
brat bunny Feb 2018
i am to you are
then you are is to he is
then he is to she is
then what would they be
if the ratio was complete
rsc Jan 2015
Breathe
In
Me as
A raindrop
Slowly sliding down
The window pane to pool in you
A liquid singer chanting soliloquy in tune
Tracing the left side of the moon
Rippling through you
In 1,1
2,3
5
Time

Boy
Your
Striking
Cellular
Universe eyeballs
Haunting painting hung down the hall
I may come to marvel at you one day, sit, stare, stay
Red-handed girl will strip the frame
Release the canvas
Pull you down
Wrap you
Keep
You

Spy
You
Sitting
Quietly
Do not rouse yourself
Let the silence stay on your shelves
She will creep into your bones while you sleep with a kiss
Let her roll up her cotton sleeves
Works well in chaos
No pressure
Sit still
Straight
Spine

I
Will
Map you out
Are you lost?
Lovely integers
Find a way from your brain to toes
Mathematicians in your ears make magic music known
Step out of your old skin slowly
Do not shock yourself
Be gentle
Be kind
Breathe
Out
Learning to write about romantic love slowly but surely. In the syllabic style of the Fibonacci sequence
Like this if you see it.
I know I can do this on any post;
but self-selection bias is indeed a variable.

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